Let your hands glide deep into my soul;
Touch me gently so I do not shatter.
Grip me close but don't play foul,
Just show me how much I matter.
Hold my hand and look at me in the eyes,
But make sure your burning hand doesn't roam;
My body has been bruised from back stabs and lies,
Just show me that you can be my home.
Shower me with kisses away from my lip;
Be a silly lad and mess my hair for all I care,
But don't try anything to make my heart flip,
Just show me that I, to find , am rare.
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The Fall of Words
Poetry"Poetry..... Something so intimate, so essential ,that cannot be defined without oversimplifying. It is like the colour yellow , love and fall of leaves in autumn. Poetry is magical,mysterious and unexplainable." ...
